First time I see the boll weevil, Sittin' on the square. Next time I seen him, Had his family there. Chorus: "Hey, boll weevil, Where's your native home?" "Way down in the bottom, 'Neath the cotton and corn." Farmer asked the merchant, "Gimme a little meat, a little meal." "Ain't nothin' doin', old man, Boll weevil in your fiel'. (Chorus) First time I see the boll weevil, Sittin' on the square. Next time I seen him, Had his family there.